SCREAM: Mother of All Secrets

Chapter 5

The final bell rang signalling all the students to either head out to their bus, or leave the school grounds in their own vehicle. Erik and Phoebe walked out together toward her car.

"Hey!" A voice shouts. Erik and Phoebe turn to see Serena Adessi is running toward them. "Erik, Phoebe, wait up!" Phoebe mentally sighs angrily.

"Why don't you bring the car around." Erik says.

"All right." Phoebe says and walks off.

Serena stands in front of Erik slightly out of breath. "Are you guys watching A Nightmare On Elm Street tonight?"

"We are." Erik replies. "But it's just going to be me, Phoebe, Gilbert, Marina, and Kat tonight."

"What? Why? Does Phoebe not want me there?"

"No, I don't want you there." Erik replies. "It's not because I don't like you Serena, I do like you. I just want you to be safe."

"Why? Because of a stupid killer?"

"Yes." Erik responds. "But this guy is not stupid. He's killed about twenty people and outsmarted the police like fifty times all in about a month. This guy is dangerous and I don't want you to get hurt."

"I was face-to-face with this asshole last night and I'm still alive." Serena argues. "I hit him in the face with a shovel. You can not tell me I can't take care of myself."

"That's not what I'm saying." Erik says. "I'm saying that I don't want to take that chance."

"You do realize it's just a movie, right?" Serena rhetorically asks. "We're not raiding that creep's lair."

"But this guys calls whenever and whoever he wants, and kills whenever and whoever he wants. It's better if you weren't around."

Serena clenches her fists and angrily exhales. "Fine. If you don't want me around, then you got it." Serena turns around and storms off.

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Jakob drove straight from the hospital to the Sheriff's station and rushed down to Tasha's lab. "What exactly did you mean when you said that his past doesn't exist?" Jakob asks as his foot left the last step.

"I mean: he's nowhere." Tasha replies. "I've checked our police database, the national database, social media, everywhere on-line; this guys just doesn't exist."

"That's impossible." Jakob states. "There has to be a record of him somewhere."

"I've tried everywhere, but I cant find him."

"He has to exist somewhere. Keep looking." Jakob says and turns.

"Wait, I'm not done." Tasha says and the Sheriff turns back. "I did find a video on-line that took place at The D.C. Inn at the same time Mr. Tatum was attacked."

Tasha types on her keyboard and brings up a Facebook page. A video was posted last night and it seems to have been recorded with a phone. Tasha pays the video. Wade climbs out of his car and walks toward a room. He pulls a set of keys out of his pocket. Just as he was about to insert the key into the lock when a figure walked out from around the corner and swung a shovel and bashed it on Wade's head. Wade collapses and the figure grabs his wallet and takes off running. The video cut before Wade became conscious.

"I guess he was telling the truth." Jakob says.

"I'm not so sure about that." Tasha comments.

"Why do you say that?"

"Look at when this video was posted." Tasha points at the screen. "It was posted at eleven and your suspect said this happened at nine."

"So what? It could have been recorded at nine and the person who filmed this could have been too scared to post it at the time."